Page 65 of Dark Things
Brooks stumbles back like I hit him. “Are you fucking crazy? He’ll kill you. This is not part of the plan!”
“Don’t worry about me. She can’t fight you. Every fight isn’t worth the price you have to pay.”
I didn’t think I’d ever hear a gasp come from someone as huge as Brooks but as soon as it leaves his lips, I know I have him. Now I just need to get them the fuck out of here before they clean up the ring.
“You’re explaining that in the fucking car. Move,” Colter says, grabbing my arm and walking me toward the exit.
I glance back one more time, but Reb is gone from the cage. I hope she can forgive me for what I did because she’s going to rain fucking hellfire down once she notices I’m gone.
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Rebelle
Blood coats my whole body. When I step out of the cage I look for Haunt, but he’s not there. Not like him at all, unless he had a problem getting Brooks out of here.
I go over to my bag, keeping myself from looking around too much. Vince is standing on the side watching me like a hawk. I give him a little wave and the middle finger before grabbing a towel out of my bag. Not much I can do about the need for a shower, but getting even a little of this blood off me will be worth it, especially if I have another fight to get through.
The announcer brings a couple of other guys in the cage, but I could give a fuck about the carnage. It’s the same thing we always see and after a while you become desensitized to it. I know that sounds fuckinghorrible, but my soul is too black to give a fuck anymore.
“Where’s your boy?” Vince asks, coming up to me. His fucking face could use a nice slit through it, but I hold those thoughts inside. One day.
“Don’t know. I was busy killing for Stan. Isn't it your job to keep track of all us minions?” I pull a water bottle out of my bag and drink half of it while he watches.
“That mouth is going to get you in real trouble,” he says, taking another step toward me.
I eye him from the side and let out a little laugh. “It’s gotten me in plenty of trouble, but my fist is what you should be worrying about. I will knock you out, you take another step. I don’t give a fuck who you are to Stan. Move along, henchman.”
His eyes turn into pools of fire. I’m sure if he could blow smoke out of his nostrils I’d be surrounded by it. Before Vince gets handsy and I embarrass him, Rook gets my attention. Vince knows this isn’t done between us, but giving him my best smile makes him even more incensed.
“Pitch, you seen Haunt? I brought Dozer; he wanted him here,” he says, standing in his usual uniform — black fatigues and a black t-shirt.
“Not since I got out of the cage, have you tried calling him?” I ask.
Rook nods, and something on his face has me going on alert. Why is this the second person who’sasked me where Haunt is, and now he’s not answering his phone…?
I nod my head to the right and Rook follows me into the darkened corner. “What the fuck did you see?” I ask, crossing my arms over myself before dropping them immediately because of the squelch of my wet sports bra. Gross.
“He left withil corvi. I didn’t want to say anything in front of Vince and start a goddamn war when we don’t know all the information.”
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “He didn’t look distressed did he?”
Rook shakes his head, and I throw my head back, looking at the ceiling. I’m going to fucking kill him, if Mario doesn’t kill him first. This is the last fucking thing we needed. I told him to get Brooks out of here, not play sacrificial lamb.
“Where’s Dozer?” I ask. Might as well solve one problem at a time. Can’t exactly get Haunt now that Vince is up my ass.
“He’s at the bar. He thinks he’s in for some sort of promotion. Fucker’s going to die, yeah?”
Cracking my knuckles, I tuck my lips in nodding. “Yup. Thanks, Rook. You should probably take off. Not sure how much Vince is going to flip his shit when he sees what’s about to go down.”
He doesn’t look convinced, but he does throw Vince a look. “You sure? I can stay and watch your back.”
I give his arm a squeeze before stepping back out of the shadows. “I got this, but thank you. I won’t forget what you’ve done over the years. You’re a good egg, Rook.”
He smiles and leaves, hopefully to make up a story why Dozer is here tonight. Now I just need to get that asshole in the ring while everyone thinks it’s him who’s supposed to be here.
I make my way over to the announcer and pull him closer so I can whisper in his ear. “Change of plans. I’m fighting Dozer for my second fight. He’s over by the bar. Have a couple of bouncers grab him.”
He raises his eyebrows, giving me a once over. In the city my word wouldn’t be questioned, but these country fuckers don’t know me that well. Pretty sure I should have proved myself when I took down a six-foot-something, two-hundred pound man, but guys are fucking stupid.
